Page 31 of Wrecked
“Piper…”
She stepped between his spread knees, and threading her fingers through his dark hair, tipped his head back farther. Surprisingly, he didn’t fight it. Those expressive eyes locked on hers, molten hot, utterly fierce. He was breathing heavily, chest pumping. The man was affected. And seeing just how much blew her away, spurred her on.
Whatever happened next would happen because he chose it to. The man oozed dominance and control. And right now he was making no attempt to conceal that side of himself. It was there in the masculine line of his jaw, the stubborn set to his lips.
And shit, that magnificent cock straining between his legs.
A delicious tingle slid across the surface of her skin. “Stay.”
He wrapped his fingers around her wrists, brought them down to her sides, and pinned them there. “Sweet girl…” He cleared his throat, lids dropping for a second, thick lashes resting on his cheeks. She shivered at the name, reminded of the way he’d said it while he’d moved above her. He stared up at her, a look of what could only be described as desperation on his face. “This was…amazing. The best, but, Pipe... It was a mistake. If Deke found out…”
Mistake? Okay, that hurt. A lot. “How would he?”
“Piper.” His voice was a soft rasp, lifting the hairs on her arms. “You’re…you’re special to me.” His fingers flexed around her wrists, and he swallowed, Adams apple sliding up and down his throat. “Important. I don’t…I don’t want to hurt you…”
She was starting to feel desperate herself. “You won’t. You said yourself it was amazing. Why stop when we both want it?”
“Because this…what we’re doing, it’s not a good idea.”
He was wrong. Why couldn’t he see that? “Please, stay,” she whispered. “Just, please, don’t go. Not yet.”
The muscle in his jaw jumped, and he released her wrists. “Piper… Shit.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I want to stay, sweetheart, you have no idea how much. But I can’t…I can’t give you more than this. I’m not capable of more, not now.” One of his hands went to his injured knee, the action an unconscious one. “You don’t deserve that. You of all people deserve more than casual, more than just sex, especially from me, but that’s all I have to give.”
Unhappiness twisted low in her belly. She wanted to ask him why, but she got the feeling if she pushed he’d be up and out the door in a heartbeat. There was no point in lying to herself. If that’s all he thought he could give her right now, she’d take it.
She skimmed her fingers over his abs, down to his erection, and wrapped her fingers around him. “What if that’s what I want?”
He sucked in a ragged breath. “Jesus.”
She caressed his satiny, hard length. “I can do casual.”
His vibrant blue eyes seemed to glow in the darkness. “Piper…”
“Tell me you don’t want me.”
He stared at her, so much going on behind that heavy gaze, so many emotions. She didn’t want that, didn’t want him to overthink things. She especially didn’t want him to walk out her front door with regret in his heart. “You can’t, can you?” She refused to feel guilty for what they’d done. There was no reason to. Yes, Cole was her brother’s friend, but when Deke decided to pursue Alex, he certainly hadn’t consulted her and Rusty. That shared history between her brother and best friend only made their relationship stronger. They were all adults. What happened between her and Cole was nobody else's business.
He didn’t answer, but he hadn’t made a move to leave, either. She kept her gaze locked with his and dropped to her knees. A storm swirled in the depths of his eyes, but he didn’t look away, didn’t push her away or ask her to stop.
Wrapping both hands around his erection, she leaned in and swiped her tongue across the swollen head. He hissed, then made a deep sound that caused the ache between her thighs to intensify. His eyes went impossibly dark and intense. The doubt that had been there moments ago dissolved under a haze of lust. Yes!
He slid a hand around to the back of her head, massaging, the action gentle, tender. “Shit, Piper. I think I’ll die if you put your mouth on me.” His fingers moved restlessly, threading through her hair. “But I’ll fucking die if you don’t.”
She fought a triumphant grin, even as his words, the feeling he’d put behind them, hit her in the chest with the force of a Cadillac Fleetwood dropped from a great height. It looked, for now at least, like he’d forgotten all the reasons he thought this was a bad idea. She planned to keep it that way and concentrated on making this the best blow job she’d ever given. Running the tip of her tongue around the ridge, she teased him. She didn’t take him fully into her mouth, not yet, and moved down the underside of his hard length, kissing, sucking, and licking on the way to his balls.
The fact that she could do that, could make him forget just from putting her mouth on him, was empowering and a complete turn-on.
He gently fisted her hair, using it to lift her head, bringing her back where he wanted her. To the thick, swollen head of his cock. She stared up at him, darting her tongue out again, tasting the bead of pre-come forming there.
His other hand was shaking when he wrapped his fist around his erection, holding it to her lips. “No more teasing, sweetheart.” Pleasure, pain sharpened his features. “Please, take it, Piper. Please suck me.”
Oh God.
She parted her lips and did as he asked, letting him slide inside her mouth, taking him as deep as she could. Hollowing her cheeks, she started sucking him, hard.
“Jesus.” His hips bucked, lifting off the bed, sinking deeper. She loved the way he was fully in control while he lost it completely. Giving into the pleasure she was giving him while he took what he wanted.
She moved up and down his thick shaft, cupping his heavy balls in her hand, massaging and squeezing gently.
